My OCD isn't your typical 'wash your hands raw' or 'check the lock on the door till the event you desperately need to attend is already over'.
I didn't even think mine was OCD. I was convinced it was a form of Psychosis. I can't talk about it. I don't even want to type or write about it. It's demonic. But it's all thoughts. Obsessive, intrusive thoughts that are so intense they almost have a life. I call it an entity, but logically I know it's just thoughts.
It's triggered by panic and stress, so I minimize that by isolating to my apartment. But if I am triggered, then as quick as I can I have to distract, like repeatedly count, or say words or pull out my hair or hit my head or hand against a hard surface.
I can't let the entity win, I THINK it's a demonic presence , but LOGICALLY I know that's only stemming from my toxic catholic upbringing and so it's just bad wiring in my brain. But it's intrusive, and obsessive, so I have to stop it and the only thing that stops it is physical distraction that's painful enough to make me stop noticing the presence.
It's a dangerous game it plays with me and I loathe living this way.
So, I cement myself on autopilot. Simple, numbed, and dumbed-down auto-pilot for as long as I possibly can.